Sam

7/14/2014
The Blue Stocking
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This last Monday for FHE we had a Stake activity and Sam
texted me earlier that day saying we needed to get a group to go together. Yes
please.Once there Sam asked me where Henry was. I replied that he should know
more than I. That quickly turned into a what-in-the-world-happened-to-you-two
convo. Sam said the last he heard Henry was taking me out to dinner and I
explained that that was the last I heard as well.

As I explained my past month, Sam sat shocked at his
friend’s callous behavior. He finally responded that someone needed to tell
Henry this was not ok and he would be the one to do it.

Then, being the friend that he is, Sam tried to defend
Henry. He said that dear Henry had actually never dated anyone before and even though he seems perfectly capable;
he has no idea what he is doing. To which I said even a fool knows you don’t
ask a girl out and then not take her.

We went on to discuss how nothing made sense and even though
the conversation seems serious in tone, it was actually quite funny. Once we
were done with that we entered into a lively hour discussing our love of
literature and whether Milton was a better writer than Shakespeare.

It was a great night and Cali pointed out that Sam had
learned more about my feelings and passions in one night than Henry had in two
months.

After FHE, Sam and I spent the next couple of days sending
each other our favorite literary essays. It was the perfect nerd fest. Sam is
fantastic, that being said I don’t know how I feel about him, but it’s nice to
have some distraction from the Henry dramalama.

But with our chats becoming more frequent, does that mean
Sam has talked to Henry? And if so, what did Henry say about everything, “meh,
you can have her?”

Things with Sam continued to pick up and yesterday he invited
me to an impromptu drive about town. We talked Emerson, Wilde, Woolf, and even
Austen. He is outstanding. And as I sat there talking to him I kept telling
myself he’s fantastic he’s fantastic, but I still have this sinking feeling
that something is missing.

I think my biggest problem is Henry. I spent the last couple
of months falling for a guy and entering into a relationship (if I can call it
that) of ease and hilarity with someone I truly connected with. I miss us and I don’t know if you can miss someone
while dating their best friend.

We are The Anti-Austens, a collective of feisty, young Latter-Day Saints endowed with old-fashioned sensibilities (acquired through our Mormon upbringing and extensive reading of Jane Austen novels) trudging our way through the modern dating scene.
Our blog was first created in 2010 and based in the Latter-Day Saint epicenter of marriage: Brigham Young University. Since its creation, the blog has seen many writers come and go, but those of us who remain continue vigilant in our quest for a gentleman happily blessed with our ideal qualities. For a few of us, that quest has led us away from our original hunting ground (BYU) on to hopefully greener--and considerably less overwhelmed--pastures.

I know you're attached to Henry still, but you have to ask yourself why? Someone you feel comfortable around and makes you laugh is great and all...but someone who understand s the basics of politeness and human decency...kinda more important. Food for thought, anyway.